Black Lotus Tactics Manual

It is cold after the snow, and the damp cold wind seems to be drilling into the bones of people.

When Mu Sheng walked in the night, regardless of the west wind like a knife, the whole person was blown through.

After returning, he warmed himself before the carbon fire, and then opened the tent to see the people inside, as if the child carefully opened the box containing the baby.

The bell on the corner of the tent rang gently as he moved.

Ling Miaomiao slept flat and smooth, and her two rows of eyelashes were quietly raised. Due to the high fever, her cheeks were always flushed red. Dear.

Under the cover of this gorgeous color, her life passed by a little.

He took Ling Miaomiao together, her cold lips touched her cheek, she leaned softly in his arms, her eyes closed, there was no sign of awakening.

"Miao Miao." He whispered in her ear, like a whisper between lovers, he held the small bowl to her mouth, and she couldn't open her mouth.

Mu Sheng took two sips of his own, pinched her jaw, crossed her, and her lashes were soft and pious.

After feeding a bowl of water, he still stayed on her lips, unable to toss and turn, the noses of the two men touched gently, his kiss was cold.

He put Ling Miaomiao down, covered the quilt, and pulled down the tent.

A delicate and beautiful glazed lamp was placed on the table, carved into the shape of a water lily, and the flower heart was a swaying candlelight, reflecting the yellow paper on the table.

The tip of the pen is soaked, and it is close to the rough paper, and the lines drawn are extremely slender, like a snake's letter, which has the meaning of a gossamer.

The ink in Yantai has dried up and solidified into cracked pieces.

The tip of his pen paused, dipped in the crack on his wrist, and the lines returned to a full crimson.

The wind blows the gauze that was carefully removed, and there is a shallow sweetness floating in the air.

He squeezed his wrist without changing his face, making the blood flow more cheerfully.

Blood cannot be poured out into the inkstone, it will dry, and it needs to be fresh.

He made a picture, piled it on the side, and quickly piled it in a pile. The swaying candlelight shines through the glazed petals, reflecting on his concentrated face, with a bright glare.

A quarter of an hour ago, he sent Mu Yao back and handed it to Liu Fuyi's hand.

He saw that Mu Yao was doing the same thing as he thought.

It's just that when he's still a man, it's impossible to watch her make it.

She already has this plan, which shows time to remind him that it should be faster.

He raised his eyes and looked out of the window. The water in his eyes was soft and soft, and the little tip of his eyes curled up like a hook of the indulgence and convergence of famous masters.

The night was sloping like ink, and the trees in the distance were shadowy, leaving only a dark outline. The crescent-like crescent is out of reach, watching the world inexperiencedly, and the outside is so quiet that there are no crickets.

It turned out that when Ling Miaomiao did not speak, his world was so dead.

He painted them one by one, counting time in his heart, and the piles of painted runes grew higher and higher until the morning light lit up from the sky, covering the whole sky a little bit.

The whole sky from bottom to top was layered with pale white and light yellow, and the branches and leaves of the trees were brought up from the bottom up, and they were successively brought into dark, dark green, orange and red.

The bird in the distance made a clear chirping sound, echoing between the sky and the earth, causing a "chirping" sound in the ear, there was no echo.

He raised his head and swayed the cage hanging in front of his desk. "Sound" yelled and jumped up and down with his wings, retaining the habit of wild birds.

He held the pen, lowered his eyes, gathered the piled runes together, clicked it, and then took out a new white sachet from the drawer, untied the thin ribbon of autumn fragrance, and took all the dried flowers. When it came out, it rolled up a thick stack of rune paper, stuffed it in, and sealed the sachet.

His face was pale, and the eyes that seemed to hang on it became darker, almost cold, almost unconscious, but when he opened the tent and saw her face, he successfully felt his heartbeat.

Like opening a long-awaited gift, like the groom official lifted the bride's hijab.

Ling Miaomiao is like a sleeping fairy, and her cheeks are like full apples.

He put his hand on her forehead and slowly moved down, stroking her face, and fell on her soft neck again.

His eyes were dull, and the corners of his eyes were stained with red, and his hands caressed the soft skin on her neck, tightening slowly.

Such softness and fragility, as long as he exerts a little force, she will always be his, will not smile at others, and will not spend a lifetime with others while he is away.

He felt her pulse.

As soon as he was pressed, the blood vessels shuddered suddenly. This kind of touch was like his hands clasped the tips of the wings of a wild bird, and contained a beating heart in an extremely fragile skin.

In the first half of his life, Zhang was arrogant, brutal, and merciless. He was born in such a fragile life, and was willingly tamed.

Longing and fearing, and wishing to devour cruelty into the abdomen, and fearing to hurt her with a finger.

He let go of his hand and stared at her for a long time. In the end, she rubbed her face very lightly. Then she leaned over and bowed her head to tie a sachet around her waist.

Strange to say, he usually tied the knot lightly in a few seconds, but this time it could not be fastened.

He disassembled and fastened, his fingers trembling, and for a while, he felt something cold across his face.

There were two red dots splashed on the sachet, like a slanting rain silk, a thin exclamation mark was drawn.

He stared at the blood on his fingertips, his thick eyelashes hanging down.

It turned out that the tears of parting are like this.

He smeared the blood on his fingers a little bit on her pale lips, painted a gorgeous bride, kissed the **** the forehead, and the lips stayed on her forehead for a long time until the lips lost their temperature.

He took off the demon handle on his wrist and put it on her right wrist.

He smirked at her, smiling slightly with satisfaction, as if the willows were green and the branches sprung up in the spring.

From left to right, it's hers.

An amulet was gently attached to her, and the tent was covered a little, covering the people inside, leaving only a narrow gap, and her face could be seen, like a reluctant, cherished curtain.

The sky was already bright, his silhouette against the light, as if coated with a bright white edge, he reached out and took off the bird cage.

The cage was spinning, he opened the cage door, facing the window, patting the cage gently.

"Haw—" The bird flew out of the prison door, got out of the window, jumped freely onto the wall, fluttered his wings, and flew further to the top of the tree.

The sky is vast and the dawn is beginning to bloom.

The young man stood in the halo, looking at the little black spot that was wandering between heaven and earth.

After the spring, the weather picked up, and I couldn't wait.

"Ding-the system prompts: Invalid order of the spell has taken effect, the host can move freely, and the items are used up."

Miao Miao was awakened by the sound, opened her eyes, and a cold wind poured into the tent, and she froze alive.

The tent was half raised, exposing a corner of the table.

There is a sweet **** smell between lips and teeth.

Ling Miaomiao sat up and lifted the tent.

There was no one in the room, the window was pushed open by the wind, and a few pieces of dry leaves were caught in the window mullion, and it rustled. The pen and ink on the table were neatly packed, almost like a brand new desk that no one had ever used.

There was an empty bird cage on the table.

Ling Miaomiao Huo Ran lifted the quilt and got out of bed. A yellow paper floated on her body. She picked it up and looked at her, and fixed her charm.

A pair of silver bracelets twirled around her wrists, and there were more sachets around her waist.

She saw blood stains on the sachet, and her whole body seemed to be frozen. She reached out and dragged her. The sachet seemed to stick to her and could not be removed.

He had said it before, so she would never lose it.

She opened the tie around her waist, pushed the sachet out of a small mouth, and pulled a rune paper out of it.

Reverse character.

Drag another one, or the reverse character.

The back of the sachet is full of reverse characters, enough for her life.

The cold wind was like a knife, almost scratching her face, and the tears on her face were sore.

She walked swiftly, wiped her face calmly, and wiped the cold water with her hands, almost forming a ball of ice.

The woman complained of tampering with the seven-killing formation, the formation changed, and the formation of her heart also shifted. They couldn't easily find Xinxin, but she knew the conclusion. She kept walking and went straight to there.

I have n’t eaten well in a few days, and I do n’t have much energy on my body. Even if it ’s cold, the thin coat is quickly soaked in cold sweat.

Ling Miaomiao's cheeks were hot and burned even worse. The whole person seemed to turn into a fire, crackling and exploding in the ice and snow until it burned to ashes.

Her tears ran silently, like a meandering stream crossing her face, gathered on her chin, and then dropped drop by drop. Since coming to this world, in addition to pretending and hurting, she rarely cried like that.

What's so crying about?

The big deal is to go home, she is not afraid. No longer playing, no strategy, as long as the world does not collapse, it is still running intact, what does it have to do with her.

She was never a savior, but an ordinary person.

Ling Miaomiao wiped a tear with her sleeve, but more tears came out, and she sobbed as she walked in the ice and snow.

He blamed him for releasing her bird.

Such a cold day, he would not even wait for a warm day.

She finally saw the yellow light spot in the courtyard, wiped a tear, and plunged into it.

The sky and earth changed suddenly, and the waves of air turned into strands, like the slender petals of a chrysanthemum, and I felt the little insects from the net.

In a square inch of land, there was only a transparent light on the top of her head, and she was trapped in a black paint cage.

Ling Miaomiao looked around and smiled.

Hurry up and take a step early.

She breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground without a picture.

"Warning: The mission has not been completed, please ask the mission person to leave the high-risk situation!"

"Warning: Reminder is repeated, please ask the person to leave the high-risk situation!"

"Warning: If the mission is killed, the uncompleted progress is regarded as a failure of the mission, and the mission will be sent to the punishment world. Please carefully consider the mission!"

The warning prompt sounded like a wave, Ling Miaomiao looked at the light above her head, bit her lip, and ignored it.

Going to Africa to dig for coal, or to go to the Americas to dig for gold, or to be killed by blood and blood in the war world countless times, anyway, you can always go home after punishing the world.

At that time, she put the black lotus that failed in the strategy into the blacklist, always tied to the column of shame in her life, mentioning his name, remembering only the literal annoyance, by no means so sad.

She thought like this, and tears came out again.

She wiped her face.

The petals of the water wave moved, revealing a little light, and a graceful figure slowly projected in front of her eyes, as if someone stood across the barrier.

A horrible voice sounded, and the entire space was hummed by sound waves: "I can't think of it, it was my son's daughter-in-law who came last."

Ling Miaomiao took her fingers and hurriedly took care of her hair: "Don't be so polite. You are not a charming woman, Mu Sheng is not your son, we are at most strangers."

"Humph." The complaining girl sneered with a hint of coldness in her voice, "You know very well."

"In a while, Rongdan, the people in the heart have to withstand thousands of times of enhanced attacks, what will people become, do you want to know?"

Her voice was soft, and she laughed: "I really want to know if you can withstand a flick of time before turning to gray."

Ling Miaomiao's indifferent silence made her a little irritated: "An ordinary person, even if he can't do his best to sacrifice, is extremely foolish ..."

"Mu Rong'er," Ling Miaomiao said aloud, "The world is much bigger than you think. Here you are the setter, taking the lead, and elsewhere, knowing that you are not a chess piece in someone else's hand? This The world is so vast, and it seems that elsewhere, it may be as big as a book. "

The complaining girl gave a short breath, seeming to be extremely displeased, the gleam of light suddenly disappeared, and a shocking darkness suddenly wrapped around her, and suddenly there was silence.

"Warning: Ask the task person to leave high risk ..."

"The high-risk red warning has been started, please ask the mission ..."

"Warning: Unknown attack has exceeded the range of red early warning defense, it is very likely to create ..."

"Warning: Unknown attack has exceeded the range of red early warning defense, it is very likely to cause the death of the host, please ..."

Overlapping warnings came over the sky, and when half of each sentence was spoken, a new warning rushed in and covered the first half of the sentence.

Ling Miaomiao thinks that the system is a bit busy but can't come.

Immediately after the first attack, the head fell down, Ling Miaomiao bowed her head to avoid it, her blue and red lights burst out, forming a huge protective cover At the temple, the whole person instantly lost consciousness.

She squeezed the sachet around her waist and felt that half of all the rune paper inside had turned into soft, ashes.

Another fell.

"Warning: The unknown attack has exceeded the range of the red warning defense, which may cause the death of the host. Please prepare the host psychologically ..."

"Warning: The character [Ling Yu] database is damaged, the data is being lost, please host ..."

Ling Miaomiao shook her groggy head and looked up at the dazzling light above her head.